arms, it's where we went off, and it's where we belong. Into your hands, into my arms, and everyone. Into your hands, into my arms, is where we went off
arms It's where we went off, and it's where we belong Into your hands, into my arms and everyone Into your hands, into my arms Is where we went off,
, it's where we went off, and it's where we belong. Into your hands, into my arms, and everyone. Into your hands, into my arms, is where we went off
Police, trace ballistics, off the bullets we bust Can't depend on my many friends, so in guns we trust Cannon blast wit the thrust of the thunderous Kick
my black skin, it's just a sin to be a nigga Then again, I'm like the Frenchman, cause Granny's creole And therefore, we're black French people So I think
